Butte semi-weekly miner., 1887-03-30

ceremony in the presence Of aho,. -.
Of their friends. A great manv .out v.. fifty
some gifts were bestowed upon thS th:S nand.
| couple. The brides toilet va. happy
bronze green satin with bridal pretty
orange blossoms. Tne brides unei. h and
Jacob jackson gave her away. Tbs IN. MI.
maids were Miss Helen johnston . !9rde.
Annie Norlen. Mr.. Frank Williams au s"a Miss
H. Oscar acting as grooms-men WI.
Johnston was attired in garnet sat;, "'ss
Miss Norlen in navy blue silk. Afta, and
ceremony was over and congratnIet;1hs 1hs
were resolved the company sat dow taons ~"
elaborate supper furnished by Mr. andUan ~ az
Henry Jacobs in compliment to tho hnf hMfs.
who had been q member of their ia mill urQs
several years. The guests were: M iof
| Mrs. Henry Jacobs, Mr.. and Mrs. az ana
Erickson, Mr.: and Mrs. VIM. GudeIhors'o so.
Mr.. and Mrs. Hamilton, Mr.. and Mrs MIaer, SN
Louis, Mr.. and Mrs. Alex Erickson. M, oam
Mrs. c. B. johnson, Mr.. and Mrs. tI.;d1 Isad
Wideman, Mr.. and Mrs. F. V. Scbsrasss Sbss
Mr.. and Mrs. Dick Nobel, Mrs. R. Na;Jsa,
hoifen, Miss Joe Demars, Miss Cus9. Cs1s!
Jacobs, Miss Ray Jacobs, Miss Hann1ssiss 1sis
Lee, Miss Sarah Johnson, Miss Molie aa
son, Miss Louise Arson, Miss Sina Randaanr' ar
Miss Lizzie Randell, Miss Maggie McC1a;s'a'
Miss Jennie McGinnis, Miss May BricIs'
Miss Sunlie Bricke, Miss Watt. Messrs. Jas'
A. Graham, liver Siverson, E. Ellineson0'
O. B. Benson, Oscar Perish, o. Arson +
v. Robinson, Charlie Bowman, N. Strand
Christ Bow. p. Verderson, T. Engh, Lon;,,
Shodair, j. B. Scott, Paul Eerg Dl1u's nls
Cammeron, G.. 8. Shoemaker, Fred Osq "
Macdonald, Louis Sands, John Woid
Judge X. C. Knox, Rev. s. C. BIackjstoa'
Simon Jacobs, Duly and Amanual Jacob.
dearest George, thou ha.t left ms,
And thy loss we deeply feel;
But tits God who hath bereft us,
He can all our SORROWS heal.
Yet again we hope to meet you,
When our day In lie has fed.
There with joy we'll greet thee
Where no farewell tears are she'd"
The shadow OF death falls over all
Never has q death in Butte cast such q
feeling OF sadness, particularly among 60.
ciety people, as that OF Miss George Steh
bins. The announcement OF it last Tues.
day morning, although somewhat expected
was very startling. Not quite year ago
she came to this city full OF life hope and
ambition, and entered upon her school du.
ties with that calm confidence in her ability
which marked her success. Gifted with
remarkably bright intellect, a disposition
OF rare sweetness, she soon won host Of
friends, whom she always greeted withs
smile on her face and kind words on
her tongue, which seemed to make sun.
shine in shady places. Owing to the
serious illness of her sister Mrs. James Nc.
Caig, the funeral services were confined to
the church and the grave. Wednesday at
$40 the hearse drew up in front OF St.
Johns Episcopal Church, and the pail
bearers, Messrs. NJ. j. Connell P. j. Bro.
ply, Chas. w. Goodale, VIM. A. Akers,
James F. Lansing and Geo. G. Tucker, bore
the casket into the church and placed it in
front of the chancel, each pall-bearer wear.
ing in the place OF the accustomed badge
half-blown white rose, q token OF virgin
purity and innocence, just emblems CT the
life of tho deceased. The casket, strewn
with fragrant flowers symbolic OF undying
affection and of resurrection, life, madean
eloquent and persuasive appeal to bereaved
and sorrowing hearts. Following the pail.
bearers were the chief mourners. Mrs.
George lockwood, Mr.. James McCaig, Mrs.
lockwood and Col. Estes. The church was
illed to overHowing with our best
citizens, both old and young and notably
;he children OF her school. The Rev. s. c.
read the beautiful and impres.
i've burial service and the choir sang the
,urial anthem "Nearer My God to Thee"
md ''Asleep in Jesus" Almost every year
Witnesses the departure of some one whom
re knew and loved. How beautiful is the
memory of the dead! What holy thing it
, in the human heart. and what chasten-
1g influence it sheds upon our lives! How
meDts every unkindness, softeDs our
ride, kindling our deepest love and
'akens our highest aspirations! 1s there
ne of US who has not some loved friends
one into eternal world with whom we de-
ght to live again in memory and recall
gain the face and form SO familiar and
herished? Our hearts are sanctifed by
heir words which we so we'll remember.
hould we not think of the dead as those
no no longer suffer and are tried9 Who
o longer pursue the feeting, but have
rasped the real. With them the fear and
3rror, the restless, unsatisfied longing is
asst, the fruition of life has begun.